[ Aerith's lips part in surpriseβ her new friend speaks of something she's never heard, a "Vision", and yet she wears on her armlet a materia undoubtedly similar to the flower girl's own. It invites a number of questions, and under any other circumstance Aerith would probably ask themβ all of them, all at once.
But something about the whole thing holds her back, at least for now. She's overwhelmed in a way she's thus far managed to avoid, something about the collision of another world with her own, a girl from a place far away wielding an orb made of Makoβ something that she knows is lacking from other worlds purely because of the way this one doesn't speak to herβ
The distress likely shows on her face for a moment or two before she shakes herself out of the spiral, a smile finding her lips once more. ]
A gift given by the gods, huh? That's amazing... it must mean you're someone special, right? [ A strange thing to focus on, perhaps, especially for one who has run for so long from titles not at all dissimilar... ]
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But something about the whole thing holds her back, at least for now. She's overwhelmed in a way she's thus far managed to avoid, something about the collision of another world with her own, a girl from a place far away wielding an orb made of Makoβ something that she knows is lacking from other worlds purely because of the way this one doesn't speak to herβ
The distress likely shows on her face for a moment or two before she shakes herself out of the spiral, a smile finding her lips once more. ]
A gift given by the gods, huh? That's amazing... it must mean you're someone special, right? [ A strange thing to focus on, perhaps, especially for one who has run for so long from titles not at all dissimilar... ]